Microstories
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Microstories is a collection of very short works that are complete. They are usually smaller than Very short stories, thus, they have their own category. If stories get big (short stories) they can be moved to a stand alone page.
[edit] The Industry
--Maharet 22:23, 23 April 2009 (UTC)
Billy snatched the paperwork from her tray, read the request and began typing furiously on her desktop. Her fingernails clicked away until her work was complete. Double checking for any errors she held her breath and pressed enter.
Breathing a sigh of relief she said, "There, all done." Not feeling satisfied she checked the numbers again. Having found no errors she moved on to the next bit of important work for the day. Reading today’s top news stories. There was nothing to do and the boredom of watching the stock market move up and down, up and down was just beyond belief. She sat motionless at her desk staring into the depths of her computer monitor doing her best to look like she was doing something productive. She was sure everyone that passed by could see right through her, but she didn't care. Better this than getting into trouble for talking to anyone that dropped by her desk.
Her attention was jarred by the shrill ring of the phone. The familiar voice on the other end was curt and short which meant that upon entering the managers office the door would be slamming directly behind her. She would have to be subjected to some sort of reprimand in the precense of his assistant for being 15 minutes late, taking too my sick days, too many last minute vacations or worse - blogging.
Feeling her legs warbling beneath her Billy marched into the office and sat right down steeling herself against whatever was about to be thrown her way.
Craig looks straight at her and in the most stern voice said, "Sorry, but we're going to have to let you go."
Billy didn't budge and inch. She didn't even bat an eye. Billy had a lot of pride and she never bothered hiding it. She said, "May I ask why?" throwing in a steely and unwavering stare.
Craig’s mouth cracked open wide enough to fit his fist in it and belted out a huge laugh. Billy imagined she may be leaving something behind in her chair, but waited patiently. "I'm just teasing you Billy! Happy Birthday!!!" he said, beaming with self absorbed enthusiasm.
Billy then slid over his desk knocking everything over. Craig’s face dropped in confusion as the tiny creature slammed his belongings out of the way. This blond little ball of fury was heading straight towards him and there was no time to react to the fist that was about to slam straight through his skull. The bone crunching sound of Billy's fist cracking through his skull reminded her of the sound celery stalks made when snapped in unison. Unfortunately her fist had gone straight through Craig’s mouth and right out the back of Craig’s head.
Craig blinked at Billy horrified that her entire hand was lodged in his mouth and said, "Billy...I …Billy? Are you okay? Billy?"
Billy blinked once more and only once more continuing to stare right into Craig’s beady little eyes.
"So, as I was saying Billy, I'm sorry to give you the news on your Birthday of all days, but there's really nothing else that we can do. The firm just isn't going to make it through this and we're just downsizing as much as possible before things really begin to hit the fan. I thought it was best that I tell you myself and at least make sure that you're compensated properly. I'll have Sally put the package together for you before you go and we'll get everything else sorted before the end of the week. Okay?" said Craig.
All Billy could manage to say was, "Well, okay, it was great working for you. Thank you for the opportunity and I wish you well in all your endeavors."
Craig looked down at his paperwork then fiddled with his computer mouse as he said, "No Billy, it's us who should be wishing you well in all your endeavors. If there was anything I could do you see. You know what they say huh? A few rotten apples..."
"Yeah."
"Yeah. Well, to be honest, none of us are all that far behind you so if you find anything good keep me in mind too huh?" he said breaking out into his loud irritating laugh.
"Of course Craig, well I better clear out my desk then. Have a good one." and as she got up to walk out turns to Sally and said, "Take care Sally."
Sally gave her a weak smile and looked back down at her fingernails.
"Oh, you can pick your things up later if you're not up to it Billy. Just take the rest of the day off and we'll finalize everything tomorrow."
"Um, no, that's okay. I don't have much." Billy walked out of the office feeling drained. Her head was buzzing and her vision was beginning to blur. She went straight to her desk, grabbed the two pictures she kept and once piece of ceramic one of her brokers brought her from Peru and her purse.
She never looked back. Never said a word to any other co-worker. She just left. Deep down inside, she was glad because she wasn't going to miss them. The world could implode around her at that very moment and she wouldn’t give a damn. Not one little bit.
Those were the longest fifty four floors she had ever taken, but when the sun beat down on her face as she left the building the relief was staggering. She'd never realized it before. She REALLY hated that job.
[edit] Rachel Hears a Voice
"Help!" a voice screamed. Rachel had been walked down the street when she heard the voice. It seemed to be coming from under the pavement. She walked to a gutter, and got on her knees.
"Hello," she said into the gutter, "Is anybody in there?"
"I don’t have time for games!" yelled the voice. "Get me out of here!"
Rachel suddenly recalled that she had forgot her pills. After promptly taking her medication, the voice went away.
[edit] Bad Cheese
The cheese went bad!!!!!111!11!1!
Or did it?
[edit] An Ending
I.
The man gazed down from the ferry deck at the dark, almost black waters of the Strait of Dover. His black hair fluttered as the wind beat at him. Yet, he stood solidly resisting the weather's futile attempts to force him back inside the ship. Raindrops spattered the grey-painted metal of the vessel, starting slowly, and gradually increasing their tempo until the man was lost in a total downpour.
And still he continued standing as the water soaked through his tattered clothes to his skin.
[edit] Squirrel vs Balloon
The squirrel chased the balloon. It chased it and chased it. The squirrel was hyperactive in exactly the same way as sloths are not. The balloon rose higher. The squirrel chased it more, and unknowingly fell off a cliff. The squirrel would have fell to it's death if it where not for a major glitch in the matrix. It turns out that it was not the year 1999 as the squirrel thought, but actually closer to the year 2199. It seems that the squirrel army blocked out the sun, the balloon's only major source of helium, and in order to survive, the balloons had to mine the helium from the squirrel's high pitched voices. That is why all squirrels in the future sound like Shaquille O'Neal. Knowing now the truth, our squirrel called forth Cthulhu, and the two fought as one. Soon the balloon was defeated. The squirrel ripped open the balloon and obtained the walnut inside. The squirrel then looked directly at the camera and in a dramatic sequence, said "victory....but at what cost?"
[edit] MS R&D Log
MSRNDServer1 Login: bgates Password: Last Login: Mon May 13 01:11:11 on tty2 You have new mail. [bgates@MSRNDServer1 bgates]$ ls ballmerconcern.txt gplmemo.txt Desktop Mail netscape porn stratmemo.txt Windows [bgates@MSRNDServer1 bgates]$ cd Windows [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ ls gplcode bsdcode reverseeng employeecrap [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ rm -rf employeecrap [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ mv gplcode ie6 [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ mv bsdcode winkernel [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ mv reverseeng applecode [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ oh crap bash: oh: command not found [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ mv applecode officexp [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ chmod a-r * [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ cd /var/ftp [bgates@MSRNDServer1 ftp]$ ls bin etc lib pub Windows [bgates@MSRNDServer1 ftp]$ cd Windows [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ ls newgpl newbsd other [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ rm -rf newgpl && rm -rf newbsd [bgates@MSRNDServer1 Windows]$ exit logout
[edit] OompaLoompas In Mah Brain
A small work of mine written at about 4AM alongside my sisterUser:Serprex 01:46, 8 November 2007 (UTC)
ONCE upon A TIME!!!~!!!!! is how this story begins!! But yes*-clears throa-t* IT all started when---- NO NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!! one day I was walkin down the street lookin for somethin to eat—NO NEXT beginning!!
YOU see the reason I cannot come up with a beginning is cause....I GOT OOMPA-LOOMPAS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!! theY’re always in my heaD....EVEN WHEN IM IN BED!!!OR DEAD!!!! they eat my brains!!!! I cant get them out..I cant get them out!!!!!!
- One is named tommy,
- one is named joe
- One is named betty
- one is named boe!!!!!
- Then there’s bobby, and JIM JIMMY JIM JIM!!!!!!
- One is named betty
- The worst is Curt, he likes to hurt........
- one is named joe
- MY BRAIN!!!!!!!
So this is the middle..the middle of the book
Hook
Look
Took
Shook
Nook
OH YAAAA...IT’S A STORY!!!! A SHORT STORY!!!!!!!! hahahahahahahahha!!!!!!!!! oompa loompa dummidi doop!!! we’ve got a cheery pocket for u!!!
- So eat it!!!!!!!!
- BUT don’t eat my brain, not like the oompa loompas do!!!!
- I awoke one morning with my ears in revolting pain, I yelled “OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!”My left ear hurt the most. Then I saw it...An oompa-loompa was diving into my eye, another up my nose, one said with a voice that crackled as low as evil in my ear“I’m Curt! I love to hate you!” I jumped out of bed, but too late Curt had burrowed through my ear and into my BRAIN! I felt a chomp and a thrashing headache, but I had already lost my colour perception, I saw like a dog saw!!! The others wiped their own little rooms in my brain, then I felt the disco music vibrate through my spine and the poor rhythm of their pattering feet, like rain to a fire, I collapsed to the floor.
- I awoke in a pale pink room and a light bulb asked me in a voice as low as evil “I’m going to get you, I already have you!” and then something wobbled towards me and said, with a voice as soft as a brick“If you implode, do you think you’ll explode? I’m Boby!” I yelled “Where am I?” but a little alien dudette said “Would you like some brain pie? I’m Boe! ” I yelled “How am I in myself?!?!?!?!?!?!?” I was shoved into a balloon immediately, and squeezed tightly, I finally imploded and.... BOOM!!!!!!!
I had exploded, I woke up wondering what I would eat in the street... I was now my own parasite...
The End?
[edit] Darwin's Coward
Random thoughts deserve random storiesUser:Serprex 01:46, 8 November 2007 (UTC)
The flat road, watched the children stand. For there they saw across the land and from which they waited, glaring at each other in the eye. A quarrel had brought them here this oh so very day, in which one would prove a chicken, and the other a brave.
And there it happened, each standing there, that a passing car did just that. One took flight, away they cried at their own demise of cowardice while the other stood now only making leap to move at the thrashing of death's crash.
[edit] Godzilla vs Serpentera
In this story godzilla must get help from 4 very familiar monsters and turn super to beat the biggest baddest fight ever but will he stop him in time or will the earth be destroyed by this guy,gigan,and kg!It all began in 1956 when a meteorite hit earth and a monster called anguirus emerged with his brother dead and went to destroy the earth.He was too stupid to know his brother had survived and had the ability to talk,fire a mix of radioactivity and gravity beams from his mouth,could absorb the powers of his opponents,but was the size of a crab.He kept growing and moved his diet of fish to humans and wreaked havoc!He never got caught and destroyed 30 ships as he grew!After godzilla went to rest after the war he awoke in 2059 to a disturbance nearby.He went to check to see none other than mothra fighting a big snake!Anguirus was fighting too but was not surprisingly losing.Godzilla joined in and fired his beam but was banged with a blow to the head by none other than gigan!Godzilla blew off his head but it grew back and gigan was back in his first appearence from the showa series.SERPENTERA THAN PUKED OUT 2 GIGANS AND KING GHIDORAH IN THERE SHOWA VERSIONS!!!!!!!!Serpentera took a canister of supergcells off of his back!Mothra grabbed and gave it to godzilla who drank it.He surged with power and unleashed his red spiral beam with a gigantic explosion wiping out the 3 clones and injuring gigan who switched to and healed in his millenium look!Godzilla was struck by serpentera who knocked him out also with a big destructive beam!
[edit] A Little to the Left
Chapter 1: I don't Like it. There was definitely something to it. A certain art. The way it twisted and curved, almost to the point of pointlessness.
Chapter 2: Beauty in Ugliness. I saw it, Glaring at me. Clear as day. I was stunned.
Chapter 3: It Happened. Slowly at first, Almost unnoticeable, then, loudly, almost unbearable.
Chapter 4: The next words i heard were polish. Smutek tych wsysztkich dni! Zbe,dnych tylie przeczecz wiem.
Chapter 5: Just for kicks. I put my hand out infront of me, and they collided with a face.
Chapter 6: Not again Banged up.
Chapter 7: I shat on the floor I should have been... a little to the left.
[edit] Talk:The Dream
I woke up and got out of bed. I thought What a crazy dream! Let me tell you about it. In my dream I looked out the window in my room in a village. There was an army of monsters invading the village. I ran for my life and found a secret underground tunnel. It felt like miles and miles until I reached the end. When I finally reached the end, there was a sword. I heard someone coming so I took the sword. He said "Relax, I made this tunnel back then when the monsters attacked fifty years ago. I made it so I could protect the village from the monsters. When they were defeated, I put the sword in this tunnel, to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. But now the monsters are attacking once more." I looked at him. "You mean these monsters attacked before?" I said. He replied "Yes, but alas, I can no longer defend the village, it is your duty now to save the village."
I fought the monsters and defeated them all, almost. I knew they gone, I still had to defeat them in other places.
[edit] Spawn
I wanted to write somethingUser:Serprex 00:59, 26 April 2008 (UTC)
There in the sky, flying above, is the highest mountain. It isn't really a high mountain, more the highest a mountain has ever flown. For it is the flight which causes the great mountain to soar across, shouting out the orders of above:
"We case our demands and demand that you do as we say. We say all we want, or we won't say what we say. Get out, now."
Of course, the folk are chilled. Here, the mountain they had come to love, had simply rose to the land of God. They bow down, praying grace.
"We state our statements and demand that you call out not for he who has left thee, for it is our will that you simply get out, now."
And the folk cry. Even beside the little mountain they are little. And it being so high, the folk look even more little then they had just a few hours ago.
And there the folk turn back; urgent to run. But it is too late, and the mountain is letting the might of the rock fall upon them.
"Disobediance has no virtue in the hands of the dead. Get out, now."
And the creepies drifted, landing in their wisp like form, reaching out with their small tendrils to sow the land. The earth glows a pale blue. The folk, half crushed, stares in disbelief. They are who the mountain has chosen to wed? Oh, what awful people they must have been. To have angered it so that it would not wrap around them and lul them with the great breadth of warmth it had once had. No, they had mistreated it. And now, it bore new children.
"These are my children, reckless children. Get out, now."
But the folk refused. Not after seeing them. And it was there that the mountain descended, crushing the folk who could not bear their brothers.
"Goodbye, oh reckless children."
[edit] The Heavenly Lake
The manatee, with great intent, chased me for miles on end. Perhaps the lifeguard would help.
"The one beauty in life, so we see it." spoke the lifeguard as the sea cow dropped her jaw open.
Everything was clear, for once.
[edit] Melodrama
Someone spammed the first line, Nonimportant expanded it and I completed it (I also added comments if you care to understand the onomatopoeia)User:Serprex 16:07, 24 June 2008 (UTC) Dunt dunt, dunt dunt da daaa! Tap, tap, tap, tap... Knocknocknock... knock knock ??? Smack!...SLAP! OOUCH! N1K4N1K49D0025! ChiChy... WTF???NOEZ!!! BFAMZ! Lawl!PWND!!! ChiChy... ??? BFAMZ! AIEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY ZOMG!!!a...aa....AHHHHHHHHHHHH! LMFAO!!!PWND! Bibqua? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... ...Bibqua? ChiChy !BIBQUA!!! BFAMZ! BIKUAEY!!! ShiShyShiShy...SheriShyShiShy MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
[edit] Photon
I decided to write a random scifi under 1KB. Of course, everybody decided to chant on about how it made no sense. Be great to see the response they'd get if they went on about how unscientific a fantasy story wasUser:Serprex 16:07, 24 June 2008 (UTC)
The lights were dim, hope had been lost and the world was slient. For in this light of day, the moon was larger in view than ever had been seen.
DrParks had been working on a gravitational thesis when he discovered the potential of innate gravitational force. Taking a sphere of glass which had been rounded to the whole of pi, a single photon was set into motion within it. Curving about the edge, the glass had shattered and the photon had vanished through time.
Now, a year later, the photon was captured in the moon. For the orbit of the earth had made it so that when the photon traversed the universe's perfectly spherical time, the earth had displaced so that the moon was where the glass had shattered. The moon had taken the photon's gravitational force and now the earth was being pulled into it.
All they could do was cry.
[edit] CtrlZ
A poem I wrote for my mother's birthday. She always says "I didn't want to do that" while playing tetrisUser:Serprex 16:16, 24 June 2008 (UTC)
The lizard liked pie
The lizard liked lots of pie
The lizard liked lots and lots of pie
The lizard ate the pie
The lizard died
The lizard didn't wanna do that
How they did so not wish for CtrlZ to work not
So that which is is not which it is, but that which it was
But so that which is is which it is, and not that which it was
UNDO IT! UNDO IT NOW!
NO! I WON'T UNDO IT!
YES! YOU WILL UNDO IT!
NO! I'LL UNDO YOU!
NO! I'LL UNDO YOU!
STFU! I'LL UNDO ALL OF YOU!
[edit] Simsiamasim
Story by Simsilikesims
Once upon a time, there was a very average middle-aged woman. She was laid off of one call center, and found another job in a call center. Unfortunately, she then was not able to meet her sales quota and was fired after 6 months. Then, her beloved cat died. To console herself, she immersed herself in the game world of Sims and ate ice cream until she grew fat. She downloaded more and more objects for this game until her computer crashed. That's when things started to get funky. She restored all her files for the game that she had cleverly backed up on CDs and DVDs. As she played, she began to notice a green glow above her head. She began watching cooking shows to increase her cooking skill, and swimming to increase her body skill.
The green glow increased and coalesced into a diamond shape. She began reading books on computers to increase her mechanical skill, and books on organization to increase her cleaning skill. Then, one day she woke up and noticed it looked different outside her window, her carpet was clean and spotless, her rice cooker and crockpot had disappeared, and her washer and dryer didn't work. Then the doorbell rang. "Hello, I'm Mortimer Goth, and this is my daughter Cassandra, and my good friend Nina Caliente. Welcome to Pleasantview." In alarm, she looked around and noticed that her Toyota in the driveway had been replaced with a Ford. She looked where she usually kept her keys and was even more surprised to find a Ford key instead of a Toyota key. But it was all good, because the missing Toyota was 10 years old, and the Ford was spanking new and shiny. "Don't worry", said Mortimer, "in this town, cars are self-cleaning, and automatically vacuum themselves out every week. All the rugs are self-cleaning too. Every morning, all your clothes automatically clean themselves - thats why you won't find any drycleaners in the phone book. Just do a full 360 turn in front of your dresser to change clothes." That's when she realized she had really become a Sim. THE END?
Additions by David from now on
But how was this new life different from her own, the real one? Well, everything was more "controlled", non free. But who cares? A Sim's life could be as good as a human's life. No? Every little thing was clean and she did not have to do boring stuff. Of course her brain could melt a little, because all she had to do in life was to consume, to buy things and "learn" new skills... with little effort. It arose many questions, after the initial panic and depression: "Why me?" she thought. And "Why was this possible?". She even thought that the real world could have been a simulation too, she had seen Thirteenth floor and The Matrix movies, but she always thought it was just fiction. But now she knew the whole concept was possible.
The most strange thing about her new "life" was that, after a small depression she had during a week, she was happy with that. She had lost almost all interest in real things back in her world; that was why she became addicted to that game. Now she could live doing what she always wanted to do: play Sims. But there was a problem... she could die too. Plus, every Sim was controlled by a player, who was controlling her? Did she still have some free will? It seemed like it, but nobody can know for certain, she thought, maybe free will is just apparent to a Sim... like it can be apparent for a human. But no, she would forget all that stuff about being controlled in real life or in the game. If her actions were not intended by her... No, definitely, she should believe her actions were hers. And now she was hungry and felt a compelling feeling to forget about it and watch some TV. And she did.
[edit] This story sucks
Why does it suck? You tell me. Except I already know. Because it is spam. Spam in the land of spam sucks by default. And then it isn't really a story, but a self referencing thing that died before it was even created. So why am I creating it? Because I'm notUser:Serprex 13:01, 6 November 2008 (UTC)
[edit] Ghost wars
By: 204.187.76.9
In 2050, the United States entered World War III outnumbered and without allies. After 10 years of futile fighting and defeat the USA turned to a radical new strategy. It was discovered that every living thing generated an energy matrix. This matrix actually became more powerful after death. The Army decided to harness this "soul" energy, using it to make new weapons and super soldiers. With the power of the ghosts, the United States won the war, but at a terrible cost. Some of those infused with the energy became corrupted by it and one very powerful, very evil soul took control of the greatest warrior of the entire conflict. Thus it was that the "Ghost army" took control, and the world was cursed.
[edit] The death of monkeys
By 90.219.46.149
The monkeys died, that is all, every single one of them, and then McDonalds used them for hamburgers. This is imaginary,....we hope.
[edit] Silly story
By Acey • gossip. 19:57, 7 March 2009 (UTC)
I was sleeping late on my bed; it was already morning, maybe 10 pm or so. I noticed somebody was watching me... It was not anyone from my family, I sensed something quite different. I looked out the window and saw her; it was a cute girl that was knocking on it. I thought it was very weird but I tried to keep sleeping. The strange thing was she could actually see me! I had a net curtain so it was very unlikely that she could; yet she was watching me with attention. I was so puzzled that I decided to open the window. As soon as I did it, she entered my home.
She started playing with me; it seemed she was mute. Then my mother knocked on my door and opened it. She found the girl. She thought weird things about me, I think, because she was enraged. I am not such an evil person to have a child in my room, playing with me, but who would believe such a story? My mom said I was a pervert and that that girl should be out in no time. Instantly, the girl morphed into a 17 year old. Her body changed in seconds and her skin turned brown; like a living dead. Then, I knew what do do. My mother and I put her on the floor and we both began praying... It was some kind of exorcism; that child was clearly either a ghost, a succubus, a vampire, something like that, even a demon. Our faith triumphed and we finally cured her...
[edit] Sitting in a park
I came across some drink and some paper and some pencil and some writeUser:Serprex 12:39, 3 July 2009 (UTC)
This paper was found sitting in a park sitting in a park sitting in a park sitting in a park
[edit] Situation New
First bit is free association of Beck's muffled Mutherfucker. I wasn't done though, so I trailedUser:Serprex 19:24, 24 August 2009 (UTC)
Shrugs your arm; whole in a spasm. Strung out through. Numb from bottom; feet too low. Sharp slit sheathed. Cramps your spine; cranked clockwork neck. I'm afraid your face won't fit my head. Open your sharp eyes; the lights are off. Never ever leave here again. The door is open, but you're still locked in. The floor is gone. Limbs all flying; cracking twigs before cracking
[edit] Compulsion
I began with a sentence entailing that nothing stops me from riding a bike into a brample of bushes with laughter. Then I wrote another, which happened to be five characters less. The following sentence was four less. Having noticed this pattern, I found that in the very piece that I was noting the lack of restriction the world lays upon us that it was my own restrictions that I was incapable of denyingUser:Serprex 01:36, November 5, 2009 (UTC)
I never realized it was that possible
That no one was going to stop me
Trivial joy was mine forever
But then were my problems
I never realized it was
I caged myself in here
